The hallway is mostly empty at this time of night, most students in either their dorms or a club. That is, except for a secluded part of the hallway. The sound of a struggle can be heard, muffled grunts and the occasional sound of something or someone hitting the wall echo in the silence.

Your shallow gasps are abruptly interrupted by a low, raspy voice—its owner standing just a few feet away. He's a senior, tall and muscular, radiating authority. Tyler Brooks. His words are dripping with irritation. "You just wouldn't shut up, would you? Even now you can't keep your damn mouth shut."